When you get to believin its true,
Then you know that youre on your way
People tug on your shirt, say youre lucky
Youve got evrything you want, but you dont
Yet you dare not say
Go downtown people runnin around
They climb slowly draggin you downtown,
Horns make a dent in your mind
Plush rooms make a blindin your eye to see,
Blindin me. light, lovely light,
Wont ya shine in my window
Love, precious love wont ya fill evry room,
Been too long on the road.
Maybe cynics veins are my life blood
Maybe bitin the hand that I feed so Ill try
Try to understand what it is that devours your freedom,
Makes you drop what you used to hold in your heart.
All the things you planned
Go upstairs with a someone who says she cares,
Like the devil she does,
What comes ever into your mind?
Then gone, leavin you with the coldest room,
Oldest gloom. warm, wont you be,
Please be there in my winter.
Love, precious love wont ya come full circle,
Been too long on the road.
How can I do this to myself?
Have I taken leave of my senses?
What kind of changes make a man
Want to tear down all his fences
Whoa, Id like to know. home ever home,
How could I ever doubt you
Love, precious love, how could I live without you?
Been too long on the road.